Aunt Bessie was one of the best human beings I’ve ever known.
She was kind and loving. She had a gentle spirit. I can’t remember her ever saying anything negative about anyone, even if the person deserved it. She was always eager to help those in need. She wasn’t wealthy, but she gave sacrificially to her church and to other ministries.
But Aunt Bessie knew little about theology. She didn’t have much education. She prayed constantly for other people — including for my sisters and me — and she read her Bible all the time. In a private conversation at her house while I was still in college, though — just a few years before she died — she admitted to me that she struggled to understand the language of the King James Bible.
That lack of intellectual understanding of scripture troubled her, she said, but she just knew she loved God and trusted in Jesus with her whole heart. She wanted to be the best person she knew how to be and live as she thought God wanted.
Now let me tell you about someone entirely different.

Cult’s targeting of family funeral points to folly of speaking for God
Cat’s ordeal reminds me that bad things happen right under my nose
Social media creates shallow ties at expense of deeper connections
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
Regardless of political beliefs, why does anyone watch Bill O’Reilly?
Knowing right choice years later is useless without time machine
All humans are a little bit insane; we’re not as rational as we think
We project an image for others, but few see us as we really are